Jules Just Likes: Volume III
June 17, 2012
June 17, 2012
I can’t do much in life but trying to do a juice cleanse was one wrong turn on a dead-end street filled with zombies.
This week I drank delicious, delicious juices from the wonderful Pressed Juicery. I can’t praise this juicer enough. Sure, they’re a bit pricey but I’m lazy. There’s no way in hell I would juice. I got better things to do, which usually include lifting a glass of wine to my mouth but that’s neither here nor there…
The whaaaa? is that for two days I tried to drink only juice. Just juice. Shit, I should rename this blog to JulesJustJuice but that would be depressing.
I’m a wimp. I could never be a starving child in Guana. I drank the juice, steadfastly refusing WHOLE food in favor of my liquidy diet, but at the end of each day ended up caving and having a granola bar. It didn’t help the fact that my asshole husband scarfed down chips and guacamole right in front of my face while I watched Master Chef.
Now this doesn’t sound like a good plug. But it is.
Pressed Juicery is a big hells yes.
It’s a great way to supplement meals with nutritious, lovely juice. Gorgeous website. Gorgeous drinkage. And if you’re not a wimp like me (like my hobo friend radiantrose who got me started on this is) you can definitely do it.
Although, take note, don’t go around your office bragging to co-workers that you’re a “juicer” because it sounds like you’re shooting up with steroids.
Trust me on this.
Want to smell like a disco inferno?
Maybe a needle in a haystack?
Okay. So Demeter Fragrance can’t get THAT precise but they can get pretty damn close.
I ordered a fragrance from this company called Paperback. Because who doesn’t want to smell like delicious book?
And you know what? It’s pretty decent. It doesn’t have that antique smell of old books that I love, smelling more like newer books, but the mere fact that I can smell bookish hooked me.
Best. Book. Ever.
If you like Stephen King, witty banter, and scary ghosts and monsters, this book is for you. Author David Wong is brilliant.
I will not claim to be an expert at book reviews so this will be a third-grade report, but ME LIKEY.
An excerpt for you:
“Scientists talk about dark matter, the invisible, mysterious substance that occupies the space between the stars. Dark matter makes up 99.99 percent of the universe, and they don’t know what it is. Well I know. It’s apathy. That’s the truth of it; pile everything together we know and care about in the universe and it will still be nothing more than a tiny spec in the middle of a vast black ocean of Who Gives a Fuck.”
I have a fascination with skulls. I’ve always loved osteology and in another life I would probably be some sort of forensic pathologist, prodding your cranium with an ice pick.
They use ice picks, right?
So they’ve been on my mind lately. (PUN!)
From this great new website I discovered – craniophiles – to this super sweet skull clock I picked up at Z Gallerie.
Skulls are the best thing since sliced brains.